C918 Not Afraid of the True Immortal!

Everyone stood transfixed, gazing toward the Heavenly Gate, when two figures began their slow descent from the heavens.

Their hair billowed like banners, and their garments were as pure as driven snow. They radiated an ethereal presence, shrouded in a halo of iridescent light.

As they made their entrance, the earth shattered, the heavens quaked